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82 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
was doomed to disappointment. He only nodded. “You’re
welcome. I’m glad we got the fence line checked.”
She nodded, wanting only for this day to be over.
Aware of his gaze following her, she turned and made
her way toward the ranch office in the barn.
She had to hope he couldn’t see the wobble in her
knees—both of them, not just the overworked left one.
When she turned the corner of the barn and was certain
he could no longer see her, she let out a long, slow breath
and leaned a hand against the weathered wood planks.
What was the point of that little demonstration? For
the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what he was trying
to prove. If he wanted to show she had questionable taste
in men, he’d certainly made his point.
Dalton or not, the man certainly knew how to kiss.
She still couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
She pressed two fingers to her lips as if she could still
taste the imprint of his mouth there, then shook her
head at her own ridiculous reaction, far out of proportion
to what had happened.
Still, it had been an incredible kiss. She supposed if
she’d ever given it much thought, she might have
expected it of Seth Dalton. The youngest of the three
brothers was the ladies’ man of the family, the one who
left every woman in the county sighing and giddy.
Whoever would have thought the quiet, studious
doctor would have such hidden depths?
Not that she would ever allow herself the opportunity
to plumb those depths. That was the first and only
kiss she would ever share with Jake Dalton, no matter
how proficient at it he might be.